Every morning, as soon as the neighborhood butcher shop opened, an elderly woman named Lidia would hurry in and ask for the same thing: sixty kilos of beef. Ovidiu, the butcher, had known her for years as a humble woman who only bought small portions for her own table. Seeing her now counting crumpled bills with trembling hands and carrying heavy bags left him perplexed.
The first time, Lidia explained that her son had come to visit and was preparing a big family meal. Ovidiu nodded, but that same afternoon he learned something that chilled him to the bone: Lidia's son had died years before. Who was all that meat for, then?
Her behavior was becoming increasingly strange.
The next day, the old woman returned and again asked for sixty kilos. And the next. And the next. She avoided conversation, refused any help, and looked over her shoulder before leaving the shop, as if she were afraid of being followed. Ovidiu decided to find out what was going on and one morning followed her at a distance.
Lidia loaded the packages onto an old cart and headed toward the abandoned industrial buildings on the outskirts of the city. She went through some rusty doors and disappeared inside. Almost an hour later, she came out with the cart completely empty.
That same night, the butcher spotted her again, this time by the recycling bins. The old woman was collecting cardboard, bottles, and scrap metal, carefully pocketing the few coins she managed to gather. However, the next morning she returned with the same enormous order for meat.
The rumors and the complaint
The neighbors began to notice her strange movements. Rumors multiplied, and several people called the police, alarmed by what might be happening inside the abandoned warehouse. When the officers arrived to inspect, Lidia stood in front of the gate and flatly refused to let them in. Chicken meat
From inside came a dull thud, followed by a quick noise, like movement. The woman paled and gripped the bolt even tighter. One officer gently moved her hand away, another shone his flashlight into the opening. When the bolt gave way and the rusty doors creaked open, the officers took a few steps into the darkness… and were speechless.
What lay inside the warehouse
Flashlights illuminated dozens of eyes gleaming in the gloom. They weren't people. They were dogs. So many dogs. Some thin, others injured, several elderly ones barely able to stand. Cats moved among them, and in a corner, two frightened little deer that someone had rescued some time ago.
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